So it was that I learned the speech of birds once upon a time. There were no more words, only the language of the flesh, a tidal wave rolling through ...er as she prayed for resolution, her hands forming fists as well as trees, her toes curling, frustration coloring her every shade of fire imaginable as I left her on the cliff’s edge forever and ever than robbed her of breath and life, my mouth sealing her delightful cavern, finger clenching her buttocks. “Yes oh yes oh yes oh yes.” Like a. Daphne started sobbing softly, promising her mother that she would never misbehave again, if only her mother would not cane her. Her mother crossed the room and stood on Daphne’s left side. Daphne watched fearfully as the cane cut the air, coming lightly across her cheeks as her mother took a few practice swings. For a moment Daphne thought that her mother looked very beautiful in the dark blue silk down. The gown had thin shoulder straps and was low cut in the front, cupping her mother’s. * * *The girl was DEFINITELY asleeep the second he parked the car after pulling into the rest stop parking lot. The pavement was cracked and marked with potholes, the last minute or so of the ride terribly bumpy, but she nodded off right away nonetheless. So much for her "breath of fresh air." He peered at her through the mirror once more. The rise and fall of her chest was mesmerizing. Damn, the little vixen had great tits. He watched her for a good ten minutes before falling asleeep. Everything was squeezing her from the hood of her clit to the nerves between her ass and vaginal walls. She bit down hard on her gag as her orgasm jolted her between the two cocks inside her. She was so full and so wet. She couldn’t see a thing but her senses were completely overloaded from the inside. Tears began to form in her blindfolded eyes. They were so bad….just using her that way in silence. Her ass clinched harder until her master’s cock began to throb again. Maybe if.